My Ares Son-in-Law

"Master Xue, in our hearts, you are the last hope and the pillar of the medical field. I am afraid there is no one in this world who is more powerful than you. Now, please have mercy on me and save my poor son!
If he continues like this, I will never be able to rest in peace for the rest of my life. I will have to endure this endless pain every minute and every second. Living is worse than death!"

At this point, Zhao Liangren's eyes quickly turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, and his hands unconsciously clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force, and veins bulged on his fists, as if he was silently venting the pain and struggle in his heart.

Xue Lao listened quietly to Mr. Zhao's desperate pleas, his face full of helplessness and compassion, as if he bore all the vicissitudes of the world. He slowly raised his head, looking past the crowd, at the blue yet somewhat lonely sky outside the window, as if he was lost in distant memories.

After a long while, he finally sighed. The sigh was long and heavy, as if it was filled with the dust and helplessness of the years. "Alas, what a pity! Our Snow Lotus Sect's unique skill - the Snow Lotus Needle, was once a legend in medicine, but it has gone through countless hardships and only 30% of it has been passed down. If I could find the complete 100% method, with my medical skills, I would be able to make your son whole again and turn him back into the energetic young man he once was."

Elder Xue paused for a moment, a look of loneliness that was difficult to conceal flashed across his eyes, as if he was lamenting the loss of a unique skill, or lamenting the fickleness of fate. He went on to say, "It's just that the acupuncture method of the Snow Lotus Needle is more complicated than one can imagine. It has almost demanding requirements on the acupuncturist's internal strength, the level of skill, and the understanding of the meridians and acupoints of the human body.

Even if it is only the current 30% level, there are only a handful of people in the entire Snow Lotus Sect who can master it. If it is the 100% level of the Snow Lotus Divine Needle, the difficulty is simply immeasurable. I am afraid that no one has been able to learn it since ancient times. "

When Mr. Zhao heard this, a glimmer of hope instantly ignited in his originally dim eyes. Although the flame was weak, it seemed particularly dazzling in the darkness.

He was like a man about to die of thirst in the desert who suddenly saw a clear spring. He rushed forward, holding Elder Xue's sleeves tightly with both hands, his fingertips slightly whitened from exerting force, and said anxiously: "Elder Xue, since there are three genius doctors in the Snow Lotus Sect who have mastered 30% of the Snow Lotus Needle, can we ask the three of them to work together? It is said that many hands make light work, and if three people work together, the chances of success will surely be greater, right?"

As he spoke, he shook Xue Lao's arm, his eyes full of anticipation, a look so hot that it seemed to be able to ignite people. He stared at Xue Lao closely, as if only by doing this he could get a positive answer.

Old Xue looked at Mr. Zhao's eyes full of desire, and felt a sharp pain in his heart, filled with reluctance.

He gently patted Mr. Zhao's hand, trying to comfort him, and his voice became particularly gentle: "Mr. Zhao, I completely understand your feelings, but this matter is really not as simple as you think. The three of us have learned the Snow Lotus Needle, although there are slight differences in some subtle points of acupuncture, but the essence is almost the same.

If three people give acupuncture at the same time, not only will it not enhance the effect, but it may backfire due to improper coordination, and the treatment effect will not be much better than that of one person. I am really sorry, I have tried my best to treat your son's illness, but I am still powerless. Alas, if the ancestor of my Xuelian Sect was still alive, with his extraordinary medical skills, maybe there is a way to cure your son's illness. "

After saying that, Elder Xue sighed deeply again, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a little at this moment, and the whole person seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. For a moment, the whole ward fell into a deathly silence, and the air seemed to have solidified. Zhao Liangren stood there blankly, as if all his strength had been taken away, his legs were weak, and he could hardly stand steadily.

His eyes were empty and confused, full of despair, as if his soul had been taken away by this cruel reality. Zhao Chunhua had already stopped crying, tears flowing freely like a flood, her shoulders trembling violently, her hands tightly covering her mouth, trying to suppress the heart-wrenching cry, but the sad sobs still came out from between her fingers.

The ancestor of the Snow Lotus Sect was a legendary figure from three hundred years ago. Even if he was still alive, how could the Zhao family find him with their ability? Even if a miracle happened and they found that peerless master, why would they help him?
In this prosperous yet realistic world, who is qualified to invite such a super god? Thinking of this, the hearts of Zhao Liangren and Zhao Chunhua seemed to be shrouded by a thick layer of dark clouds, with endless darkness and no glimmer of hope.

In Haidong, the Zhao family is undoubtedly a well-known wealthy family. The family business is like a flourishing root system, intricately rooted in various fields, and has an influence on the local economy and people's livelihood that cannot be underestimated.

On weekdays, the Zhao family's travels were grand, with luxury cars lined up to lead the way, raising a cloud of dust, demonstrating the family's extraordinary status; the mansion was always crowded with people, and those who came and went were all well-known figures from all walks of life, showing their wealth and style as they talked and laughed. The local people all spoke of the Zhao family with envy and awe.

However, when the vision was expanded from the small world of Haidong to the entire Eastern Region, the Zhao family's brilliance instantly dimmed. The Eastern Region was full of powerful people and wealthy and prestigious families like stars.

These families have been passed down for hundreds of years and have accumulated immeasurable wealth and connections over the years. Their industries are firmly rooted in various core areas. They are like giants who control the lifeline of the regional economy and can easily influence the direction of the market.

In comparison, although the Zhao family is considered to be very powerful in Haidong, they are just an ordinary member of the masses in this region full of powerful people. It is difficult for them to stand out in the fierce competition. Most of the time, they can only silently guard their own piece of land and try to find a chance for development in this cruel environment.

If we look further ahead, and put it in the context of the national wealthy family landscape, the Zhao family is like a drop in the ocean, so small that it can almost be ignored. On the national stage, the competition among the major families is becoming more and more fierce, and the competition for resources is becoming more and more intense.

Those families at the top possess staggering wealth and power, and their every move can cause waves across the country.

The Zhao family, in such an environment, had almost no say and could only move forward cautiously, trying to maintain the operation of the family. Occasionally, they looked at the backs of those top families, and their hearts were full of envy and helplessness. (End of this chapter)